(NOTE FROM HOSTE: Special Thanks to badguy for recovering some of the lost content from other stories. This chapter may look familiar as it is a partial re-poste. Names and some content have been edited to fit with the current storyline. Original author is not recalled at this time but as a community I hope you will enjoy this work.)
Moments after the giant toes smacked Billy in the face they came to rest over his head forcing him to lay splayed flat on the ground. Then the monumental pressure was back on. If being turned over was better or worse there was no way to really compare. The giant toes pressed down on Billy’s face at the same time the large ball of his mom’s foot pressed down on his chest compressing his lungs and heart causing untold damage to Billy’s already badly beaten body. His mom’s foot rest along the rest of his body including his naked groin.
Suddenly with violent force Billy was dragged up into the air and BODY SLAMBED DOWN onto the hardwood floor, the back of his head cracked against the hard surface. His vision went black upon impact only to come back moments later to being blotted out by a ceiling of his mothers foot.
Patricia got back up and put away her dishes. The sleep at this point was mostly gone and she was feeling more alert. Looking at the clock she realized it was getting late and she had to get ready for the day. Without a further thought beyond that she turned on the ball of her foot and headed back upstairs. Mercilessly and without malice Patricia treaded on her son, UP DOWN, CRUSH, UP DOWN CRUSH, UP DOWN CRUSH.
Billy was dragged up again and SLAMBED back down, the back of his head hitting the floor a second then third time. Reality was gone. Resistance was gone. Dazed and hardly conscious Billy had no idea what was happening anymore. Lift, breath, WAMB, lift, breath, WAMB. Somehow he was aware of the change when his sternum felt like it was going flat and the giant toes clinched over his face and dragged his head and shoulders over the ground. The underside of his shirt was coming up catching his bare skin on the ground and he felt it scrape along. AIR! He couldn't breath. Lift, breath, SLAMBED down again.
Most people approach steps the same way as they come down they try to place the ball or the foot on the step first before lowering the rest fearful of falling. Most people, if they are not lingering on stairs go up them with the balls of their feet, better to push off to the next step. Patricia was no exception to this. Intent on her preparations for the day she headed for the stairs and bounded up them quickly, STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP. Her heel never touched down till the top step and the landing beyond that.
When Patricia had made it to the top step Billy had lost consciousness. The rapped BAM, BAM, BAM had not given him time to breath and only served to beat him all the more. It was a miracle that he was alive at all.
Kati comes out of her room Just as her mom is coming up the steps. “Morning, Honey,” Patricia greeted her.
“-asdha” the teenager replies still sleepy. She heads for the kitchen passing her mom and unknowingly her foot lands right next to the beaten and bruised body of her younger brother. Katlin heads down the stairs as oblivious to the danger her sibling is in as their mother.
Patricia goes back into her bedroom and shuts the door. As she walks to her bathroom the long robe she was wearing is slid off and tossed over to the bed. Its draping cloth by chance falling over the shrinking remote that had caused her teenage son to become the size he currently was. Walking on Billy even further Patrica entered the master bathroom.
Impossible as it was Billy came back to the world at the same time his mother was bending over to turn on the water for the shower. Her toes stretched and curled grabbing onto his head and squeezing him. Billy eyelids were pulled open along with his brow and scalp. He got a literal eyeful at his monolithic mother. Against the light from above she was a towering monster in shadow.
Patricia pulled her nightly up over her head and hung it over the rack by the towels. Naked she walked to her sink and got out her toothbrush and toothpaste to brush her teeth while she waited for the shower to heat up. While she was doing this she was standing at the sink. Her feet did not leave the ground which gave the poor boy no opportunity to suck in precious air.
As disconnected as Billy was from the beating his head had received every time his mom had taken a step, Billy was aware the massive weight squeezing him wasn't changing or receding. He wasn't getting the chance to breath and the world was going dark. HELP he wanted to scream but there was no air to do it with. The sliver of light he was getting between the giant toes was going dim and somewhere deep down Billy was afraid he was going to die.
Patricia brushed her teeth completely oblivious to the fact that she was suffocating her child. She spat into the sink and cleaned the brush. By now the shower was hot and steam was rising and fogging the mirror. Patricia walked back to the edge of the tub and kicked her feet back one at a time to flip her slippers off her feet before stepping into the hot water.
Moments after the giant toes smacked Billy in the face they came to rest over his head forcing him to lay splayed flat on the ground. Then the monumental pressure was back on. If being turned over was better or worse there was no way to really compare. The giant toes pressed down on Billy’s face at the same time the large ball of his mom’s foot pressed down on his chest compressing his lungs and heart causing untold damage to Billy’s already badly beaten body. His mom’s foot rest along the rest of his body including his naked groin.
Suddenly with violent force Billy was dragged up into the air and BODY SLAMBED DOWN onto the hardwood floor, the back of his head cracked against the hard surface. His vision went black upon impact only to come back moments later to being blotted out by a ceiling of his mothers foot.
Patricia got back up and put away her dishes. The sleep at this point was mostly gone and she was feeling more alert. Looking at the clock she realized it was getting late and she had to get ready for the day. Without a further thought beyond that she turned on the ball of her foot and headed back upstairs. Mercilessly and without malice Patricia treaded on her son, UP DOWN, CRUSH, UP DOWN CRUSH, UP DOWN CRUSH.
Billy was dragged up again and SLAMBED back down, the back of his head hitting the floor a second then third time. Reality was gone. Resistance was gone. Dazed and hardly conscious Billy had no idea what was happening anymore. Lift, breath, WAMB, lift, breath, WAMB. Somehow he was aware of the change when his sternum felt like it was going flat and the giant toes clinched over his face and dragged his head and shoulders over the ground. The underside of his shirt was coming up catching his bare skin on the ground and he felt it scrape along. AIR! He couldn't breath. Lift, breath, SLAMBED down again.
Most people approach steps the same way as they come down they try to place the ball or the foot on the step first before lowering the rest fearful of falling. Most people, if they are not lingering on stairs go up them with the balls of their feet, better to push off to the next step. Patricia was no exception to this. Intent on her preparations for the day she headed for the stairs and bounded up them quickly, STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP. Her heel never touched down till the top step and the landing beyond that.
When Patricia had made it to the top step Billy had lost consciousness. The rapped BAM, BAM, BAM had not given him time to breath and only served to beat him all the more. It was a miracle that he was alive at all.
Kati comes out of her room Just as her mom is coming up the steps. “Morning, Honey,” Patricia greeted her.
“-asdha” the teenager replies still sleepy. She heads for the kitchen passing her mom and unknowingly her foot lands right next to the beaten and bruised body of her younger brother. Katlin heads down the stairs as oblivious to the danger her sibling is in as their mother.
Patricia goes back into her bedroom and shuts the door. As she walks to her bathroom the long robe she was wearing is slid off and tossed over to the bed. Its draping cloth by chance falling over the shrinking remote that had caused her teenage son to become the size he currently was. Walking on Billy even further Patrica entered the master bathroom.
Impossible as it was Billy came back to the world at the same time his mother was bending over to turn on the water for the shower. Her toes stretched and curled grabbing onto his head and squeezing him. Billy eyelids were pulled open along with his brow and scalp. He got a literal eyeful at his monolithic mother. Against the light from above she was a towering monster in shadow.
Patricia pulled her nightly up over her head and hung it over the rack by the towels. Naked she walked to her sink and got out her toothbrush and toothpaste to brush her teeth while she waited for the shower to heat up. While she was doing this she was standing at the sink. Her feet did not leave the ground which gave the poor boy no opportunity to suck in precious air.
As disconnected as Billy was from the beating his head had received every time his mom had taken a step, Billy was aware the massive weight squeezing him wasn't changing or receding. He wasn't getting the chance to breath and the world was going dark. HELP he wanted to scream but there was no air to do it with. The sliver of light he was getting between the giant toes was going dim and somewhere deep down Billy was afraid he was going to die.
Patricia brushed her teeth completely oblivious to the fact that she was suffocating her child. She spat into the sink and cleaned the brush. By now the shower was hot and steam was rising and fogging the mirror. Patricia walked back to the edge of the tub and kicked her feet back one at a time to flip her slippers off her feet before stepping into the hot water.
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June 10, 2023
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